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Disclaimer: this is an adult story, you must in legal age in your country to read it. This story is the sequel of "It's unwise to stop anywhere" and "The day of revelation"

Kharok adventures part 3:

The victorious dwarves.

by Gorogh

Not five minutes had passed since he was officially the dwarf's pig when Kharok suddenly heard dwarves babbling and laughing. He knew the tribe was back from the battle, and for what he could hear, they had won.

His new dwarf master bound a leash to his collar and dragged him along, on all four, to the main door : "Welcome back, Brothers! The catch is good?" he said in a laugh.

Kharok's eyes opened wide in horror when he saw the dwarves passing through the huge door with three of his orc friends, crawling like dogs, gagged by huge leather balls, leashed by their member which was kept hard by tight ring like he was wearing : "Sure, Grognar, we had to kill most of them, but those three cried like babies for us to spare their useless life." The dwarves laughed loudly, making the three to blush all over their snout. "And what about your pig, Grognar?" asked one of the dwarves. "Oh, I think he accepts his true place now, don't you, pig?" said Grognar, tugging on the leash. Kharok could only oink back quickly, filling the room with another dwarves laughing.

"It's time to have fun, brothers!" the dwarves chieftain suddenly said. All orcs, Kharok include, were led to the middle of the tables circle where the dwarves sat down, beginning to drink and eat. Meanwhile, Grognar stayed with the orcs, keeping Kharok near him, staring at the three other.

Suddenly, the dwarf pointed to the thinner orc : "This one doesn't deserve being a male, bind him down!".

Four dwarves unleashed and dragged the struggling orc to the chains, quickly snapping the shackles at his wrists and ankles. The poor orc could only muffle pleadingly through his ball gag, staring at Kharok for help, but Kharok couldn't do much, nor he wanted to anyway, just staring coldly at his master approaching his friend with a small knife.

The two other orcs stared in horror while Grognar gripped the struggling orc's pouch in his left hand and began cutting it in the middle, slowly exposing the boar's balls to the cold air. The cries of pain and despair of the poor orc were muffled quite efficiently by the gag while tears ran all along his snout.

Grognar didn't loose time to cut the small cords holding the balls, sewing back the now empty pouch. He then stepped in front of the crying orc, holding the bloody balls in front of the green snout : "You'd better gulp those if you don't want to also loose that useless cock of yours, sow!" he said, taking off the ball gag and quickly replacing it by one the orc's balls. The poor orc, lowered his head in shame, still crying, keeping his own ball in maw for a moment before finally swallowing it down in one gulp under the laughs and applauses of the dwarves. Grognar quickly pushed the second ball in the boar's maw which had to gulp it down as well before putting a maw ring through the severed orc's tusks.

The dwarf leader then pointed to the stronger orc: "Bring this one!" he said, absent-mindedly petting Kharok's head.

The orc growled and struggled with all his mind and strength after what he saw while some dwarves unchained him from his brother and brought him to Grognar. A kick in the balls made him muffle an howl of pain and caught his attention to the dwarf leader: "Listen carefully, pig! If you don't want to become a sow like that useless animal, you'll have to show me you deserve being a male. Breed her!" Grognar ordered him on a strict serious tone.

The strong orc nodded quickly, still feeling the pain in his balls. Crawling behind his neutered brother, he hopped on the green back and began humping like some feral boar, that was all his bounds were allowing him to do. Finally finding his marks, his hard thick rod impaled the neutered orc who groaned out freely through his ring in both pain and pleasure.

Strangely, Kharok was feeling jealous from his brother being allowed to mount something. He had been a good orc and not he had been allowed to do that yet.

Grognar noticed that little light in his pet's eyes, patting his head he said "Don't worry my pig, I kept something special for your behaviour."

Giving a nod to his brothers, the dwarves leader made the last orc crawl in front of both of them, totally ignoring the two other orc pigs breeding uselessly in their corner.

The last orc found himself bound down on all four like the neutered one, already shaking in fear, pleading the dwarves chieftain with a pitiful gaze. His ball-gag being replaced by a maw ring, wider than usual, stretching his jaw to its limit.

When done, the dwarves then came to Kharok who blinked in surprise when finding himself unbound and his maw-ring taken out.

Looking up in confusion to his tamer, the dwarves leader explained him: "Here is your present, my pig." he began, handing him some keys, "Those keys are the ones from the chains holding those useless animals you call brothers, you can free them...or..." the dwarf pointed to the last bound orc "You can teach that one the place he belongs to, like I did for you, my pig. You are free to do anything except releasing your balls, is it understood, pig?"

Kharok stayed stunned for a moment, never he could have imagined something like that, nodding slowly to the dwarf, he stared to his captive brothers who, of course, stared back at him with a ray of hope in the eyes, hoping to escape from that nightmare.

Kharok didn't move for some time, staring at the keys in his hand "Should I really free them...should I get myself free...after what happened...should I leave dwarf master...or help them find their own..."

A sudden light came in Kharok's eyes, he had taken his decision. He threw the keys in the fire under the horrified eyes of his brothers...how could he betray them like that?

The trapped orc in front of him was shaking again, he wasn't recognizing that orc anymore, that light in his eyes was looking so...dwarf like.

Kharok stepped behind him and cruelly began kicking him in his bound nuts, making the poor orc groan and growl in burning pain: "Good pigs oink!" he repeated with each kick, hitting harder each time till the bound orc's will got so broken he began oinking like a little sow, his balls having already burst in pieces in his pouch, but rewarded by Kharok not kicking them anymore, petting his head instead "Good pig! Not difficult to learn,hum?" he commented before gripping the orc's head and forcing it down to his master's sandals. "Now lick, like good pig you be! Show dwarghs you know where you must be!"

The poor orc was crying, the pain in his pouch was intense and the humiliation being degraded by his own kind for the dwarves pleasure were getting the best of him, weakly he stuck out his tongue and began licking over Grognar's feet. The dwarf nodded to Kharok in appreciation: "I wasn't hoping less from you my pig, but don't forget our two other guests".

Indeed, the two other orcs were still there, staring horrified to what Kharok had just done in front of them...but they had also stopped breeding...which hasn't escaped to Kharok who stepped behind the stronger orc:

"Good pigs obey to dwarghs! Master ask you to breed sow! You do not! Bad pigs be punished" he commented before getting on all four, holding the stronger orc's pouch in an hand, slowly slipping the massive balls into his maw...and tearing them off cruelly, making the newly neutered orc to strangle down his roar of pain behind his ball-gag, feeling the blood leaking between his thighs while Kharok obediently offered the severed balls to his master who petted him, crushing the balls under his sole, letting it get cleaned by the crawling orc, both happy and surprised by his pet's behaviour "Pig, you're doing even better than what I was expected, not only you punished him also you offered him my punishment. I knew you had potential my pig, but now I'm sure you deserve being the pigs leader, stand up pig!"

Kharok stood immediately, Grognar made him face up the three orcs, the freshly neutered one being healed up by two dwarves and his ball-gag replaced by a maw-ring, before the three were forced to crawl at his feet. "Come on, you useless animals! Show my pig he is your leader! Lick his superior feet! Show him you are nothing less than wild sows!"

Of course, the three weren't moving, till they oinked ans squealed out feeling dwarves whips lashing up mercilessly over their exposed rump. Quickly bending over, they began licking over the unwashed stinky feet of Kharok who grunted back in pleasure to that soft feeling. "Come on my pig, show them you are superior, show them how it feels to be at your place!" Grognar told him, kneading at his hard cock.

Kharok got the idea and relaxed himself, oinking out in warning before a sudden strong golden flow of his orcish piss splashed down on the licking orcs who shuddered in humiliation, being marked by that orc traitor pungent scent.

When done, the three were made kneeling back up and the dwarves brought an huge bowl in which at least a gallon of dwarf seed had been kept warm.

Without even having to be asked for, Kharok got back down on all four and plunged his face into the bowl, hungrily licking and slurping down the tasty dwarf cream.

The three orcs stared at him with disgust, but new painful whip lashings over their rump and back made them get their first testing lick into the cream...and like Kharok had some moment before, they found it delicious, joining him in eagerly slurping feast.

Grognar was starring at it with much pleasure, his pet were doing faster than any of his brother in taming his own kind to their true place, yet he knew there was still a step, and was wondering if Kharok would go that far.

Meanwhile, the four orcs were far from those considerations, filling up their tummy in the tasty cream till not a drop of it stayed in the bowl.

Licking up his lips, Kharok then turned to his master under the surprised stare of the other orcs, opening up his maw to the dwarf who grinned up "Good pig, you know there is more, don't you, you want to show it to your crowd don't you?

Kharok nodded quickly with an happy oink while Grognar pulled out his dwarf thick length from his breeches.

The three orcs stared in both disgust and curiosity when the dwarf leader peed right down Kharok's offered maw, the orc happily swallowing down the pungent flow like the good pig he was.

The three orcs stared at each other till one finally decided to take the same position as Kharok...soon followed by the others. Both waited for one dwarf to come...but, to their horror, a dozen of dwarves circled around them, member pointing straight at them, and soon finding themselves drowning in heavy golden flows overfilling their maw, smearing all over their body, leaving them crawling in an huge pool of dwarf piss.

Kharok was far from that problem, the only one allowed to feed him was his dwarf master, and he was more than pleased to serve him. When Grognar was done, he petted in his pet's head, telling him on a gentle tone "Now my pig, will you show what a good little pig sow offers to his tamer when he has to release his tension?"

Indeed, the dwarf's thick length was now hard, and Kharok knew exactly what to do. Turning around, he offered his rump to his master who got behind him, and, in one hard thrust, ploughed him deep and wide, making Kharok oink out loud in both lust and pleasurable pain.

Meanwhile, the now all piss wet orcs were far less lucky than Kharok, the circle of dwarves had closed around them, chaining them back to the floor, before not one, but two or three dwarves members stuffed mercilessly up their tight back holes and through their maw-ring, gagging and choking them, nearly not allowing them to breath, nor to squeal out in pain while their ass were ripped apart by dwarves lengths.

Kharok was staring at the scene coldly, he had no more sympathy for those sows. He was feeling so proud while his master was breeding him like the good orc pig he had become, roughly, yet in a sort of loving way. Oinking out like a bred sow for his master, he milked the dwarf length with his rear muscles.

Suddenly, he felt his master's hands kneading at his darken bound pouch "Does my pig want to spout?" Grognar asked him. Kharok was far from wanting..or even needing it, his lust was so high simply being mounted by his dwarf master he quickly shook his head and spread his legs further, offering himself totally to the dwarf pounding.

Grognar grunted in appreciation, his pet had just passed his last test and was now totally at his place, and while his brothers were taking turn in stuffing the useless sows everywhere with their cream, he ploughed his pet one last time as deep as he could and filled up his bowels in his thick warm dwarf cream under a long oink of lust from Kharok

Pulling out, he let his pet clean up his member; Kharok eagerly licking and slurping down the remains of seed from his master's length, soon rewarded a by a new warm golden flow of pungent piss he drank down hungrily.

Suddenly the orc felt a saddle being strapped over his back. "You've passed all my tests, my pig, and you now deserve to be my mount and toy anyway I want. Isn't it what you wanted till you were born, pig?" Grognar commented before Kharok nodded quickly in answer.

Grognar climbed up in the saddle, letting himself carried back to his throne by his pet while the three now stuffed orcs were forced in Kharok's previous too small cage.

Once at his throne, Grognar made Kharok laid back, and, sitting down, rested his feet on the orc's length and balls.

Kharok oinked back in lust. His once so proud maleness was now used like some feet rest by his dwarf master, and he wasn't caring at all, he was enjoying it so much. He was feeling so lustful being at the orders of that strong dwarf...he stared coldly to the caged orc sows..."Maybe one day they'll find their place and enjoy it...maybe..."